Recent events have served to confirm my argument that there is no ghost in the machine and what we people loosely refer to as thinking or awareness is no more and no less an instinctual activity than say something like a deciduous tree dropping leaves in the fall of the year, or Bivalve Mollusks inadvertently producing pearls.
Nor shall I be remotely magnanimous in my clear and obvious victory. There'll be
fizzy drinks of some sort as I dance in the end zone yelling nah-nah-nah.
Classically magnanimous comes from the Latin, "Magnus" for great and "Animus"
for soul. Pretty idea in the confluence of the two words, probably best reserved